The oranges, pinks, and purples melt away any leftover desires -
for a new day has begun.
This morn shall be just the first in a series, a life, of sweet dreams
and beauty yet undiscovered.
To touch the stars, or heaven herself, shall be yet one more past time,
just another beckoning call,
already answered.
These dreams which we hold on to in an attempt to prevent change -
They will effect it -
They are the moon's desire to outshine the sun -
outdo the competition of her own split apart.
For where else could she turn to, if not the glories of humanity?
The core of spirituality?
The renewal of a lost religion?
The adding of one more sacrifice?
Would you volunteer?
